Solar Tarrifs

Hello Senator Corker,

Yesterday the news reported that an extra tariff will be placed on imports of solar energy panel. I assume this is being done to boost sales of domestic solar panels and power cells, batteries. Would it be possible to give our domestic producers of solar panels and batteries, et cetera, extra boosts with tax breaks and grants to boost their production and availability?

I am enthusiastic about domestic energy from renewable sources, especially solar. I hope to see battery and solar cell manufacturing come to Tennessee as well.

Thank you!


Fussing in the Bathroom at Christmas

My mother used to have a wonderful shower. Moveable shower hose with adjustable flow, double curtains, soft water and unlimited heat.

It developed problems and my handy nephew fixed it. “Fixed it.” He replaced the faucet, which now does not turn all the way to hot and only has one flow setting: Fire Hose.

Some people enjoy a good hard spray. They find it invigorating. I am not one of these people and now my skin hurts, damn it.

She also used to keep the most luxuriant body lotion in here. One shot of it would coat both my legs and keep them soft for days. Now all I find is hair dye, a bottle of ‘Windsong’ body spray that has been here nearly 30 years and a quart of Skin So Soft. Yes, I know SSS is a bath oil but in my mind I now smell like bug spray on Christmas.

This is her bathroom and I am just a guest. My level of expectations verge on “Spoiled Princess”. I am sure the Buddha is chuckling and my Dad has an ethereal eyebrow raised. I’ll survive a cool shower on Christmas Day but my expectations will not. And I might see what Windsong smells like. I suspect it smells like 1995.

Ooo! Mom has a curling iron and I just washed my hair…

I Do Not Like Cold Weather

Autumn used to be my favorite season. I love the colors and the sounds of crunching leaves. Too many respiratory and ear infections, tho. I began to loathe the cold.

It’s autumn again now. The memory of summer keeps me in better spirits, that and a genuine love for harvest celebrations.

The bitterness of winter ruins a lot of my springtime joy. I get anxious about late frosts, whose effects are exacerbated by climate change. Warm days that happen now in January and February get tree sap moving. Leaves bud on tiny branches. Then the cold returns and bites. Those baby leaves die; the trees lose an investment that used to be a sure thing.

But then there are gardens to plan and plant. Before long, summer is on its way again.


One-Day Liquid Fast

I put myself on a fast, today. It’s been years since the last time I managed to make myself do this.

It’s a liquid fast; I have unfiltered apple cider and cayenne-laced lemonade. The pepper helps a lot with hunger pangs. I added a splash of raw apple cider vinegar to keep the candida albicans at bay. I am also drinking green tea so that the cider and lemonade sweetness doesn’t overwhelm me.

I feel pretty good so far but someone heated up ham in the microwave and the smell is making me sick.

Fasting is hard to do, especially with a strong appetite like mine. I hope I can make it the full 24 hours.

I want to do the full Master Cleanser Lemonade Fast in January. Seven days of this lemonade with salt water wash and senna tea. Three days of gently working back to solid food, so it’s really almost 10 days of fasting. This is a thorough rest from digestion that allows the body to heal serious damage. It’s been probably almost a decade since I last did it, maybe more. Since I’ve figured out my diet issues, there has been less motive to do the fast.

(Warning: graphic over-sharing ahead) The first time I did the MCLF, the results were pretty dramatic. I passed solids the entire 7 days. Saying it a second time: I ate nothing for a week and and still flushed solid waste out of my gut every day. (That is what the senna tea and salt water flush are for). People can heal a lot of things this way. My husband at the time also did the fast. He nearly rid himself of a huge tumor that had been on his back for over a decade.

My gut was damaged when I didn’t know I was gluten intolerant. I grew up eating a diet I couldn’t digest. I haven’t done the MCLF since going gluten free. This fast should give my body enough of a rest that it can heal. It won’t bring back what is gone – I won’t regain the ability to produce gluten enzymes – but can heal what is still here.

Fasting one day a month is recommended; I plan to do that. I’ve planned to do this for the past 15 years. LOL. Well, today is a start.

No Help

Some 60 people died and hundreds were wounded by a shooter in Las Vegas. Reports from Wall Street were really good for gun manufacturers after this story reached headlines.

There is nothing that can be done to prevent this from happening again. We all have guns. Americans will just continue to die from gunshots like we die in auto accidents.

Have you ever heard someone say, “Got to die of something!” after smoking a cigarette, drinking alcohol or eating a pack of cookies? This is the same. We all are subject to the chance that a bullet is what will end us.

Death by gunshot does not make sense; it also does not make sense to do anything towards trying to prevent it. You cannot prevent bullets.

Gun restriction is a lost cause. America is a Capitalist society – money is the both the gears by which our society operates and it is the perceived goal of each citizen to collect as much as possible.

We are helpless against guns – that is the whole purpose of a gun.

Guns are never going away. Death by gunshot is just part of American life. The sooner everyone accepts this, the better.


Granny Grabtree

1990 small town Walmart, the Christmas decorations had been out for a few weeks. (So, probably September.) I picked up one of the little artificial trees and looked it over.

It was about 18 inches tall with an X-shaped foot. The center trunk was a twist of two heavy gauge wires and its branches were smaller wire twists containing dark green and light brown plastic “needles”. The entire shelf’s worth of wee trees were compacted, the branches crushed up against their trunks. They had been shelved straight from the shipping container.

I looked over the tree in my hand and began loosening the branches. Starting at the bottom, I arranged them with some care until the tree looked sprightly and almost genuine. I set the little guy back on the shelf and admired my work. I wondered why no store clerk had done this for a display.

But I didn’t need a little tree, so I turned to leave. At the end of the aisle, an older woman stared at me, agape.

Her open mouth lived among soft, white, crepey skin, below a pointed nose and oversized tortoiseshell glasses. Her hair was white, unkempt curls with a flat spot in the back. She wore an acrylic sweater and jean slacks, similar to the pants I am wearing today. She leaned forward slightly. Her eyes darted back and forth from me to the little tree.

“Weird”, I thought, and moved on with my shopping.

I moved towards the row of cashier stands about half an hour later. The woman who had stared at me was sitting on a bench to the side of the exit doors. She had an extremely smug smile on her upturned face, upper teeth exposed and eyes half-lidded.

In one hand, she held the little tree I had arranged, and she flopped it from side to side over her knees. When she saw me, she froze solid, mouth open again in alarm.

I stared at her for a second or two, mystified. The tree was partly crushed again from her repeated flopping. She had nothing else with her.

She watched me, still frozen in place except her eyes and a slight movement of her head, as I moved thru the line and made my purchases. I glanced back once more as I walked out the door to see her still staring at me and her body beginning to thaw.

Small town life offers little entertainment. I guess she hoped to create her own little drama. I hope I failed her.



Airhead; Not Always A Bad Thing

Forgot a co-worker’s farewell luncheon today, even tho it was saved on both my work and home calendar. Had to meet husband at Lowe’s to buy paint & switch plates & new door so he could get work done on little rental house.

(Guy at the paint counter offered me an extra large stirrer in case husband misbehaved. LOL!)

Complained to work spouse about being an airhead, missing both items on my calendar. In the process, I accidentally pointed out that she’d gotten the time wrong on this afternoon’s meeting and had erroneously declined it.

Realized I was being a bit too hard on myself. Everyone makes mistakes. Good thing I complained, or she’d have missed an important meeting.

Dropped by retiring co-worker’s desk and wished her well. She says she hopes to lose 20lb over the next year, not being stuck behind a desk anymore.